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whatareyousearchingfordean · 4 years

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Lawrence Pie Co.

Part 2

Summary: You have been seeing the bakery owner since that night he took you home in the rain. With Thanksgiving on the horizon, you were anxious to finally meet his family. Little did you know just how awkward it would be.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K+

Warnings: Language, implied smut, awkward situations

Square Filled: Flannel

Author’s Note: Written for @spngenrebingo . Started making it, had a breakdown, bon appetit. I had this scene in my head for a while, and as so many of you requested a sequel for the first part, i decided this would make for a fun meet. xoxo Alex

Part 1 / Alexandra’s Library

1 Month Later

The nights were growing colder by the day. Autumn had officially taken over the small midwestern town, thick gray clouds taking the place of the sun in the northern hemisphere sky on most days. Rain was pattering down on the roof of Dean’s home, the noise soothing to you as it slowly roused you from your slumber.

You shifted under the sheets and plush comforter that you had grown so used to over the past weeks. Your skin was flushed from the heat bubble that the two of you created where your bodies were entwined. Dean grunted his disapproval of your attempts to climb from the bed, hugging your body closer to his own without opening an eye.

You chuckled, a smile on your lips at the grumpy man next to you. “Dean, I have to pee.” You whispered to him, rubbing at the stubble on his cheek to encourage him to relax his grip. He let out a huff of air, relenting his claim on you before snuggling into his pillow.

The colder air of the room sent a chill through your naked body as you tossed the covers from yourself. You hugged an arm to your chest as you searched the floor of the room for Dean’s flannel. It was tossed on the armchair in the corner, the material riddled with wrinkles as you pulled it onto your body. Not that you minded, you just needed the warmth it would provide as you tiptoed to the restroom. It also didn’t hurt that it smelled like the man you had left in the comfort of his bed. The material fell just below your ass, but if you even so much as raised your arms, you’d be exposed. Not that Dean minded, as he had told you on several occasions, he enjoyed seeing you in his shirt, and even more so out of it.

You made quick work of relieving yourself in the en suite bathroom. A quick glance at the clock as you passed told you it was past time to pull your lazy ass from bed, otherwise you and Dean would never make it out from under the covers. Which normally you wouldn’t be opposed to, but you both had to work today. Though, one of the perks of Dean owning his own business meant that he could delegate opening to some of his employees. You on the other hand didn’t have the same luxury, though your days at the hospital started later than he opened his bakery.

Light snores were coming from the green eyed lover you had left behind as you shut off the bathroom light behind you. You smiled to yourself, deciding to go start a pot of coffee for the grump who currently had his face shoved into his pillow. That was something that you had been quick to discover about your new boyfriend, just how truly cranky he was in the mornings without caffeine. Though, you were thankful for his change in direction from the whiskey that had become his best friend after his mother had died. Dean had explained how far he fell after he lost his mother and how Sam’s idea to keep her bakery going helped him out of that dark place. It was a fact that you were thankful for as well. If it wasn’t for that small place downtown, you wouldn’t have met the cute dork that was snoring under the covers. And even though you had only been seeing each other for about a month, you knew there was something different about this one.

The flannel you had buttoned up halfway hung just below your ass, leaving little to the imagination as you stepped out onto the upstairs landing. The house was beginning to light up with the rising sun as you made your way down the stairs. As you hit the front foyer, you rounded on the family room that was attached to the kitchen that sat in the back corner of the house. You looked up as you turned, a shriek leaving your mouth as you noticed three men standing by the island.

“Who are you?!” The hollered question left your mouth before you could even think. The three men turned on you, each one sharing the same shocked and confused expression.

“Who are we? Who are you?” The tallest one of the three spoke up. You took in his shaggy brown locks and long body. He stood almost as defensive as you were. The other two, one that looked much older with a full beard and the other with short black hair and piercing blue eyes, allowed their features to turn into amusement. The blue eyed man eyed you up, taking in the sparse clothing you don. In your fear, you had forgotten that you were barely dressed, if you could even call it that. Heat flooded your features as your hands fumbled to close a few more buttons on the flannel you were wearing.

Heavy footsteps on the stairs had you turning your head back, the sound of your name on Dean’s lips as he skidded into the kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of briefs and clutching a baseball bat. He came to a stop as he took in the scene in front of him. Dean ran one of his large hands down his face, his own features relaxing.

“Jesus, I thought you were being murdered.” He relaxed his hold on the bat as he turned his attention on the men in his kitchen. “What the hell are you guys doing here?”

“You know them?” Her voice had risen a little as her confusion at the whole situation grew.

“Shit, yeah.” Dean shook his head. “This is my brother Sam,” he pointed to the shaggy haired man that had addressed you. “And my buddies Cas and Benny.” Dean pointed to the blued eyed smirker and then the older one, both of them holding their hands up in a small wave as he introduced them. “Guys, this is Y/n.”

“Oh, so you are the famous Y/n. It’s nice to finally meet you, cher.” Benny moved from the place where he was leaning against the counter. You nodded and tried to offer a small smile, fidgeting slightly as you became very aware of your lack of clothing. In fact you couldn’t remember the last time you had been this embarrassed.

“Yeah, Dean talks about you all the time,” Cas added.

“Alright, it’s not all the time.” Dean was quick to defend himself, his angry dimples forming in the corners of his lips.

“Really, it’s fine. Talk about me all you want, just please let me-” You gestured behind you, raising your brows in the hopes your boyfriend would get the picture. You did not want to have to say it out loud.

“What?” His own brow furrowed and you groaned.

“I’m gonna go get dressed.” His lips formed a small ‘O’ when he looked you up and down as if he hadn’t noticed until this moment your ass basically hanging out for his friends to see. You turned back to the guys in the kitchen, a tight smile on your face as you spoke, “Nice meeting you all but I have to go crawl under a rock now.”

The three of them chuckled as you scurried away and back up the stairs, all the blood in your body seeming to flood to the surface of your skin from the moment. As you bounded up the flight of stairs, you could hear Dean clap his hands and chuckle.

“Alright, who’s making me coffee?”

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flutistbyday2020 · 4 years

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Bury a Friend Chapter One:

Reposting my “Supernatural” AU! This story features the reader— YN— and her friend, Amanda, as they deal with the life of being a hunter. YN is in love with Dean, but we all know how Dean is. I played around with cannon when it comes to plot and ages, please don’t hate me! Lmao.

Set in season 3/4/5 so far, so consider this your spoiler warning!

Pairing— Dean x Reader (eventually)

Characters— OFC Amanda, reader, Dean, Sam, Ellen, Jo, Bobby, etc.

Word count— 2219

I will only accept 50 tags for this!

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Dean Winchester.

What. A. Man.

No, a God.

Y/N had known Dean and Sam for years. 10, almost 11 years, to be exact.

Y/N met them when she was just 15; just a teenage girl, who hadn’t even finished going through puberty yet.

When Y/N met Dean and Sam, the girl was gangly, angled, and uncoordinated. The amount of times Y/N tripped over her own feet or ran into a screen door, was too many to count. Y/N was not a graceful teenager. She had tried activities like gymnastics to help, but she broke her arm and never went back.

She was a graceful adult, though.

Between puberty, her father’s training regime, and some miracle, Y/N had stopped tripping over her own feet and started to become a true hunter.

Her father trained her mentally and physically. Y/N could handle any weapon that dropped in her hands, She could single-handedly shove stakes through hearts, and she always made sure to have the upper hand. She was smart, too. She knew her limits and never bit off more than she could chew.

She used her small stature to her advantage: she could hide most anywhere and she could wiggle out most monster’s grips.

She was adept, daft, and cunning. She also knew to keep a low profile— nobody had been able to pin her down.

She was deadly.

Y/N had met Sam and Dean through a family friend who knew John Winchester. They were all hunters; a life that Y/N had desperately tried to escape. Her Dad would drop Y/N off with Sam when he and John would go on a hunt. Dean was resentful that he had another “kid” to look after, but Sam was grateful to have another person to talk to. Sam and Y/N were close up until the day he graduated from high school. Sam left after a huge fight with his father and never looked back.

Y/N had mourned the loss of her friendship with Sam, but Dean never gave Y/N a second glance. Which wasn’t surprising— Dean was almost 10 years her senior, nine years and 364 days… Not that Y/N has counted or anything. She was just a kid to him.

Dean and John left seven years ago and Y/N hasn't heard from a Winchester since.

When Y/N started hunting, She began to track Sam and Dean. She followed their trail through newspapers. Once they had reunited with Ellen, Y/N got a phone call every time they showed.

She had long tried to forget about her feelings for Dean, but she kept an eye on the brothers to make sure their paths didn’t cross.

Until the universe decided to pull the Winchester’s back into her life.

Y/N was at the Roadhouse, nursing a whiskey, neat, when she heard a voice She thought she would never hear again.

“Y/N?” The voice boomed from across the bar.

Y/N turned to the source of the noise. A goofy smile coming across her face when she realized who was speaking to her

“Well, I’ll be!” She said to the giant man before her.

Sam had aged, but well. Under all that bulk of muscle, the kid that she knew was still there. She could see it in the kindness of his eyes. Even though the life of a hunter was cruel, he was still good.

Y/N stood to hug Sam, but he swept her up in his arms and spun around. Y/N laughed loudly but clung to him. She inhaled his cologne and all those good memories she had of spending time with the Winchester’s came back in waves of nostalgia.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N,” he said as he put her back on her feet.

“You too, Sam!” Y/N said, joyfully as she sat down. “Care to join me?”

Sammy nodded before turning to Dean.

“Dean, you remember Y/N?”

Dean glared at her. “Yeah, Cameron’s kid,” he grunted. “Dumped her with me. Gave me another mouth to feed.”

Y/N tsked her tongue at Sam before turning toward him. “Is he always such an ass?”

This earned a laugh from Sam. “Yeah,” he guffawed. “Yeah, he is.”

“Whatever,” Dean huffed. “Can I get a beer, Jo?”

They waited until Dean had skulked off to the corner of the bar before resuming conversation.

When Y/N was 15, their age gap made the world of a difference. But now that she was 25? 10 years didn’t seem all that bad. And Dean looked good for 35. Really good. Even though he was still an ass.

“So, what brings you here?” She asked Sam, turning toward him with a bright smile.

Sam shrugged. “It’s been awhile since we’ve had a case. Dean was getting restless, so I suggested we come here. It’s the closest thing we have to a home.”

“You don’t go to Bobby’s anymore?” It was an innocent question, but she could tell it set Sam on edge.

Sam’s eyes darkened for a second.

“Consider the question withdrawn,” Y/N half joked.

She knew Bobby had a heart attack and she also knew that neither Sam nor Dean had bothered to pick up a phone and call Bobby in almost a year— that’s why she was in town. She had hoped that the boys had long moved on from their relationship with Bobby.

Y/N had called Ellen for her weekly check in when Ellen had told her Bobby had a heart attack. Y/N rushed to Sioux Falls immediately.

Jo had gushed every detail about Sam and Dean to Y/N when Y/N and Amanda came to the Roadhouse three nights ago.

“How do you know about Bobby?” He asked, leaning closer to her.

It was Y/N’s turn to shrug. “You and Dean are famous in this world,” she said nonchalantly as she downed the whiskey in one swig. “Word gets around. My dad knew him, too,” I offered. “Said he was a drunk.”

The truth was, Y/N knew Bobby through her father as well. Her father and Bobby had been close for about twenty years before a hunt went very, very wrong.

Her father had almost gotten Bobby killed, and instead of owning up to it, Cameron pinned the blame on Bobby.

That fight created a rift between Cameron and Bobby that nobody could fix.

Y/N had reached out to Bobby only twice in the past seven years— once to see if he’d help her. He said he had no interest in helping Cameron’s blood, and once more just to tell him that Cameron had passed away. Even though they weren’t in contact, she still cared for Bobby. She always drove by his house when she was in town, just to make sure he was alive.

Y/N knew that if Sam and Dean found out that Bobby had been hurt, and almost killed, by her father, they would most likely turn on her. Bobby was the only family they had left, and Bobby hated Y/N.

That made Sam laugh. “That’s what they all say. But those who know him—”

“Know he’s mostly sober?”

Y/N and Sam laughed. She didn’t realize how much she had missed the younger Winchester brother. His presence was a breath of fresh air.

Jo poured another round.

“So what are you doing here?” He asked.

Y/N looked at him, debating if she should tell him the truth. “Ellen’s like a second mom to me,” she said after a moment. “She likes to think she’s checking up on me, but really, I’m checking up on her.” It wasn’t completely untrue. Ellen did like it when Y/N popped in, but only ‘cause she was a hunter and she was worried sick about Y/N.

Y/N could see the wheels turning in Sam’s mind and hoped he wouldn’t press it. Eventually, he nodded, accepting her words.

They fell into an awkward silence. They both knew that you couldn’t trust other hunters as far as you could throw. They both knew that Y/N had just lied to him for a reason.

“Y/N,” Sammy started.

She looked at him. Her heart broke when she saw the sadness in his eyes.

“I’m sorry for how I left things.”

Y/N waved her hand dismissively. “That was years ago, Sam. C’est la vie.”

Y/N moved to get out of her seat, but Sam’s hand was on hers in a second. She couldn’t help but look up at him.

“I mean it, Y/N. I was so desperate to get out that I didn’t care who got caught in the crossfire. I messed up.”

Y/N could see the sincerity on his face. “Okay,” She whispered. She cleared her throat. “But I really should get going. The rowdy crowd is about to show up.” Y/N gave Sam a shit-eating grin and slapped money down on the bar.

When Y/N turned, she couldn’t help but notice Dean. Well, who Dean was chatting up, anyhow.

He was leaning against the bar, talking up her best friend, Amanda. Y/N Looked back at Sam and winked. “Watch this.”

She walked over to Dean. He either didn’t sense her presence or didn’t care. Y/N looked at Amanda, and Amanda noticed her best friend instantly.

Y/N slightly raised her eyebrows, asking Amanda a silent question. Do you want me to stop this? When one friend was being hit on by men they didn’t like, the other would come over and would ask, “Honey, are you ready to go?” Before sharing a kiss with the other to get the man to go away. Most of the time, it worked. Sometimes, the guy was a creep and wanted to “join them”. Those guys usually got a punch to the nose.

Amanda gave a slight nod, inscrutable to anyone who didn’t know the pair .

Y/N stepped in between Dean and Amanda, making herself known.

“Dean,” Y/N crooned in a voice saved for men she thought were one step above Neanderthals, “I see you’ve met Amanda.” Y/N smiled brightly, but her eyes showed a silent threat.

“Yes, I have, Sweetheart,” Dean said, with confidence dripping from him. He winked at Y/N before turning to Amanda.

It took everything Y/N and Amanda had not to laugh.

“I hate to break it to you, Dean, but you’re barking up the wrong tree,” Y/N said in a tone that indicated that he should leave.

Dean stood up straighter. He looked down at Y/N, literally and figuratively. “Is that so, sweetheart?” His voice challenged Y/N this time.

Y/N gave a small laugh. “Yes, it is Dean. You should leave before you get humiliated.”

“Ha,” he said, his signature cocky smile on his face again.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. “I warned you.” She wrapped her arms around Amanda’s neck and kissed her friend deeply.

Dean’s jaw dropped and Sam started laughing in the background.

Y/N pulled away from Amanda and looked at Dean. He shrunk back from the pair and sank onto a stool. He was leaning on the bar again, shell shocked from what just happened. Y/N knew he was a little turned on, too. It was in his eyes.

Y/N raised her eyebrows suggestively while leaning into Dean.

He was disarmed by the powermove and lust, so it was easy for Y/N to reach into his pocket and snag his wallet.

“I told you, Dean. Wrong tree,” She whispered seductively. Once the wallet was securely on her person, Y/N discreetly pulled out her knife.

Her lips were millimeters away from Dean’s and she could tell he wanted to kiss her.

Y/N licked her lips as one final distraction before slamming the knife into the bar top, pinning his jacket sleeve securely to the wood.

He reacted like Y/N knew he would— He tried to bounce out of his seat, but was stuck to the bar top.

By the time he had successfully removed the knife, Y/N was already halfway out the door, Amanda in tow.

“Keep the knife, sweetheart,” Y/N called as she dragged Amanda out of the door and into the night.

Sam walked up to dean. “Dude—“

“Don’t say anything,” Dean threatened as he pulled his jacket back on. He patted down his sides. “Son of a bitch!” Dean exclaimed as he patted down his front and back pockets. “She just took my wallet!”

This made Sam, Jo, and Ellen laugh.

“Shut up,” Dean hissed.

Ellen leaned across the bar. “She may have been just “Cameron’s kid”, Dean, but she’s not a baby anymore. Her daddy died five years ago, and she was hunting on her own till she found Amanda two years ago.”

Dean looked at Ellen, then at Sam. He had definitely underestimated Y/N.

Ellen could see the lust in Dean's Eyes so she clicked her tongue dismissively in response. “Don’t go messing with her, Dean Winchester. She’s had enough heartache for a lifetime.”

Dean stared at the door, hoping to see Y/N again, and not just because she had his wallet.

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slothgiirl · 4 years

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shadowplay part 11

"Well I'm pooped," Breana announces as Matt pulls in to Monterey bay.

It had barely been what felt like ten minutes since you'd gotten back inside after Breana's mini photoshoot at a bridge, which had been pretty enough, but you felt like a selfie had been enough. Six hours of doing nothing but sitting had not been fun.

Zack had turned out to be easy to talk to, excitedly pointing put landmarks and cities as you passed, and trying to get Matt, after they had switched driving positions, and failing to get him to pull over at every point of interests. "But its a danish town," he'd cried, smacking the headrest much too Miles' amusement. "We've got to go there."

"You've been to Denmark," Matt had replied undeterred, even as Breana mentioned it would be cute too stop there. "I want to get there before dark," Matt had countered, unmoved, the car rolling on by.

There was lots of trees and ocean to see. Lots of California to take in that wasn't just the hollywood sign, as much fun as that had been.

You were much more interested in exploring with the time you had then documenting it in flawless social media bound pictures, though that might have been because you weren't all that photogenic. You had no clue which was your more flattering side.

When Matt had tired of taking pictures of Breana, she'd roped you in which you had to take for a good sign. After all, you were going to spend a week with these people and you couldn't spend that entire time hiding in whatever room you got.

"We should go to the aquarium," Zack immediately proposes as you all get out of the car, before explaining to you, "it's supposed to be world famous."

You shrug, "I'm never not okay with an aquarium. . ."

"An aquarium is an aquarium," Miles quips back, shaking his head, and stretching out right next to the car. "How special can it be?"

"Guess we just have to go check it out," Zack smiles hopefully.

"No. I've already made an itinerary," Breana says, shutting down all his ideas, "We're going to go eat at Cannery Row and get some pictures before finishing the drive.

"And who gave you that right," Miles says teases archly, his brow rising to his hairline.

She rolls her eyes, "I made a groupchat and you assholes never said anything. Not my fault." She carefully fixes the audrey hepburn-esque scarf around her hair in the car's window, attaining that effort-effortless windswept look.

"Why don't we," Alex offers casually, as he lights up a cigarette, having , "just split up? Meet back here in an hour or two?"

It's a fantastic idea as far as you're concerned. And alright, you won't lie, while your claim to Alex is as solid as your fake relationship is real, you've gotten used to having him to yourself. To having him over at your flat or going out for a drink or food, or walking around the park in the rain, all of his attention on you. That and you can't help but feel like the odd one out here.

All your past boyfriends have been friends of friends or close friends where it wasn't this awkward to suddenly be hanging out with their friends.

Maybe that was just adulthood.

Your circle of friends was much smaller now than it had been in trade school or even back in college when you could always rely on having known someone, even if you weren't close, since you'd started attending school.

Zack throws an arm around Miles, grinning widely, "the aquarium was name checked in Finding Nemo."

Miles shakes his head, chuckling, as he takes Alex's cigarette as his own, "you've got to find yourself a girl mate! You're starting to take your friends out on dates."

"Easier said than done," Zack comments, his features taking on a somber cast.

"Two hours," Breana asks even as she stares everyone down, forcing them to comply, a woman with a plan.

"Sure," Zack answers, already pulling up an uber on his phone. Reflexively, you look over at Alex, assuming you're going where ever he goes. It would be strange if you didn't go with him, your supposed boyfriend, wouldn't it?

Only to meet his gaze, already on you, a tint of red on his cheeks as he smiles softly.

You smile back.

"Two hours Kane," Breana shouts as she and Matt walk off.

"Al's way more likely to forget," Miles calls back.

Instead of responding Alex, cups you cheek, kissing your lips softly. You don't mind at all, readily kissing him back. There's only a hint of smoke on his tongue.

"Any place in particular," you ask him, the first to pull away, all to aware of his touch as he holds your hand.

"I've got a place in mind," he admits, "unless you've-."

"I didn't google a thing."

"Ya don't mind walking love?"

"All the better to take in the sight," you point out, glancing around the car park. The beach was right there. Only a couple hundred meters away. Painted houses on stilts coloring the view. "So where are we going?"

"A park," Alex tells you, as you find the walkway, only semi covered in sand and oh well, there go your loafers. Though you have had these forever so maybe this'll be a good thing. Get a pair of those ridiculously expensive and ridiculously cute miu miu ballet flats. "Well, sort of a park. It's also a beach."

"A really nice beach," you question, looking over at all the beach that currently surrounds you meaningfully. It would be nice regardless you were sure of it. Spending time with Alex was always a win in your book. Even if lately it left you way more flustered than you would have liked.

"I 'fink all beaches in California are extremely nice," Alex says even as a pout forms on his lips, a tell-tale sign that he was sinking deep into his thoughts. "It's the sun. . .hard to be disappointed if the day's nice. . .. ya know?"

You laugh easily, "I'll give you that. But can we walk by the water. I didn't fly all this way to not get my feet wet."

"We can do that."

So loafers in hand you trudge through the sand, that makes its way into all creases of your jeans, glad to be stretching out your legs. Alex pops his sunglasses on, sunglasses you hadn't even thought to pack.

You were pretty sure you didn't even have a pair of sunnies, in the perpetual habit of getting a cheap pair for a hol, or during the summer, sure you were going to use them, and inevitably losing them in a hotel or taxi.

"So Matt and Breana?" You have to ask.

You've been to their house but you still can't picture them together. Matt seems like every other lad you've ever met at a pub. Breana was. . .californian in the way you'd imagined people here to be like which wasn't a bad thing, now that she was beginning to talk to you. Then again, maybe being careful just came with being famous.

"Have been together for a long time now," Alex tells you, careful to keep his boots dry as you let the cold water soak your feet. The bottoms of your jeans now wet.

"Well," you utter, hoping to get a laugh out of Alex, "Some men do get pegged."

Alex snorts. "she certainly keeps Matthew in line."

"Don't you ever get lonely," you wonder, "if all your friends live out here? I mean, not that I have loads and loads of friends, or go out all that much, but just knowing I could text them and see them is nice."

"I've got you don't I," he points out, as the waves rush out, leaving behind uncovered shells and rocks.

The water is warmer than any English beach, or maybe you've got rose coloured glasses on, being a tourist and all.

You blush, "you know what I mean! I'm no Miles."

As much as you loved Sam, who'd kept texting you as if you could reply immediately and didn't have to wait to steal wifi from a Starbucks or some other free wifi establishment, you'd go crazy if she was your only friend. You needed friends like James, that while as dorky as you, was much more out going, and willing to wake up with you at dawn for a sample sale.

And you were sure Sam needed friends who also loved to go out as much as she did.

"And you have no idea how glad I am," he grins, "dunno if there's enough room for two Miles' in the world."

"Ah so he's the Mick Jagger to your Paul McCartney."

Alex lets go of your hand, placing it over his heart dramatically, "are you calling me boring love!"

"Don't be so sensitive," you cry out, kicking water at him ruthlessly, "it's a compliment. I love when you come over so we can both sit in silence and not talk while reading. Just the best."

"I can't tell if your being sarcastic," he says with a shake of his head. It had been the same ruthless joking as he'd gotten ready this morning. You'd watched him use up so much gel and pomade and couldn't stop laughing. Alex had taken much longer to get ready.

Your heart aches as you lean over, kissing him for once because sooner or later you'd have to initiate wouldn't you? To sell the act. It would look strange if Alex was the only one who went about kissing you. At least you told yourself, a rush of heat burning your cheeks as your lips meet his. "I really do enjoy it," you admit, pulling away much too quickly for your satisfaction.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't want to kiss him properly, the very scent of him imprinted in your mind, probably from all the times he'd stayed over at yours. Coffee, the sharp smell of high quality leather, and smooth musk. "I think you're the only person I don't mind going to the pub with."

"Oh don't mind," Alex notes, not missing a beat or a the subtext, "how generous."

"I know. I know," you laugh, wondering when he'll hold your hand again. There's no need, since his friends are in some other part of the city. No need to pretend. But then again, there was no need to kiss him either. "I'm the only British person to hate beer."

You know you've arrive when Alex suddenly stops, looking around pensively. It looks like the rest of the beach you've just walked through. Only with a car park and more green. Houses ringing the area. Some people were lucky enough to have the beach steps from their homes.

"It's 'spposed to be a park," Alex finally explains, "cause you love parks. Even when it rains."

"Maybe Californians," you joke, slipping your hand through his arm, patting his shoulder gently, "are confused about what a park is. And you sort of have to go when it rains. It's practical. I'm not waiting for the four days of the year when it doesn't rain in London."

It was so thoughtful of Alex to spend your meager amount of time in Monterey somewhere he'd thought you'd like. It was that thoughtfully romantic streak that ran through all of his actions, regardless of if you were actually dating.

The same streak responsible for Alex remembering which curry you got at every indian place. That had him remembering where you stored the spare blankets in the morning when he was folding them up as you hurried to make it to work.

He was a great friend.

You couldn't imagine how he was with an actual girlfriend.

" 's nice," he admits, taking out a cigarette, "walking through a park in the rain. Makes me appreciate the rain. . .Long as it isn't full on storming."

"There's a sweet spot," you concur. "I don't think even I could manage a full on storm. I'm not Jane Eyre."

You take a seat on some large rocks, taking in the scenery. Watching people go by on bikes, running with their phone in hand, or simple strolling about. It really is a lovely beach.

The whole place is lovely. you're glad you walked.

A dutiful tourist, you take out your phone to take pictures. To remember the place and to appease Sam and James who you're sure will interrogate you as soon as you get back home. You can't help but laugh as you note how relaxed everyone's style here is, lots of loose and cropped clothes, compared to Alex's getup.

Shamelessly, you take a picture.

"Always taking the piss outta me," he shakes his head, gaze never straying far from yours.

"You make it so easy."

Alex surprises you entirely by asking an older man walking his large dog, tail waggling, to take a picture of the two of you. Saying girlfriend needlessly, butterflies in your stomach at his words.

It's dumb. It makes you feel dumb, and you never want this to end. This slice in time, where it's you and Alex and you can loose yourself in the idea of him actually being your boyfriend as ridiculous as that is.

None of the pictures are flattering. The light harsh in the noon sun. Alex is looking over at you in all the pictures instead of the camera and you are grasping at straws for that to mean something.

Fuck. You're not going to make it through the week. Sam was right and you hate her for it.

You don't think that you can remain friends if you don't air out your feelings for him.

But then again, maybe that would ruin everything. You can only hope that the feelings will go away soon.

Highly doubtful.

"Want to take an uber and get food," Alex asks because you only have an hour left. You could spend a whole week here. With a towel, bathing suit, and a pile of books. Easily.

"I've been in the states for twenty four hours and haven't had Mcdonalds yet," you tell him.

"Mcdonalds is for when its 3 am and your pissed love."

"Sushi." You raise a brow.

"I can do sushi."

You laugh, "what an enormous sacrifice Alexander."

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You Are My Weakness (SPN fanfic)

You Are My Weakness Chapter 5 Swedish Creatures

Previously parts: Introduction Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Warnings: killing, mention of sexual content Words: 2186 ENJOY!

…Sam’s P.O.V…

Dean thought it would be a great idea to bring both Louise and Castiel on this hunt trip, not knowing why exactly. I mean Castiel is just a pain in the ass. I laughed as I looked down in dad’s old journal in front of me. Still confused over what we exactly were looking for. There had been killings around Greenville, South Carolina but all of them was unfinished cases. It was weird, all of the victims were marked with a weird burn mark, almost shaped like a tree. That doesn’t really ring among normal killings, now does it? I have been searching everywhere for some similar killings on the internet, in books and in dad’s journal but nothing. There had been similar cases in Scandinavia, but why does that kind of creature kill here?

“You’ve found anything yet?” Louise’s sweet voice said, so calm and happy. “Well there has been similar cases in Scandinavia, I’m not sure why it kills all over the way here” I said, still trying to wrap my head around it. “It sure sounds weird” Castiel said, his face confused as he tried to wrap his angel mind around it. “So those victims had the same marks?” Dean asked, his hand wrapped hard around the steering wheel. “Yeah, it’s weird. I really have no idea what we’re looking for” I said and looked out from the window.

I went quiet, Dean blasting his music through the speakers making Louise smile. It seems like they’ve worked things out which make all of us happy. I looked at her through the rear-view mirror at the side of the car, her beautiful smile wide as she looked at him. I just wanted her to look at me that way, but I guess she never will. But that’s what I want, more than anything. I was jealous of him, he could have her all to himself, yet he chose not to. I couldn’t understand why he just let her go like that. Everyone could see how they felt for each other, except them. It was ridiculous to me.

The trees flew by as Dean drove, I just wanted to get out of this car as fast as I could. I was tired of Castiel’s stupid comments, Dean’s singing and Louise’s giggles. I was tired and I felt alone. Even if the car was filled with people.

Finally we were nearing the small town Greenville, we drove through it. Seeing all the families playing with their kids in their yards, all enjoying the sun and free time. Soon we were out on the countryside, following the tracks of the creature we were looking for. Dean stopped the car near a farm, the place looked like it was still running. One of the sides of the barn only half painted. We all stepped out of the car, walking up to the front door. It was open, I only now noticed the other car parked outside, it did not look like it belonged here. It was a nice shiny black pickup car, looking brand new. I got a weird feeling about this. Suddenly I heard a scream from the inside, the scream was filled with panic. A kind of scream that echoes through you, that make you feel the pain. I ran inside, Dean, Cas and Louise close behind. Inside there was a woman, probably around her 40’s dead on the floor, another woman around her late 20’s fighting something. Her fighting skills were ridiculously good, like she had done that a million times. I was extremely impressed. The creature she was fighting was one hell of an ugly thing. A fat small creature with almost green skin, and moss in his hair. It almost looked like a human yet not. I could barely describe it.

My thoughts were cut short when a gun went off, making the creature explode, all of us ducked down before the intestines blew on us. I looked up, the girl already looking at us weirdly. She sure as hell was beautiful, even with supernatural intestines all over her, she had covered her face just like us, so I could get a good look on her facial features. They were soft, her blue eyes looking confused at me.

“Who are you?” She asked and I could tell she wasn’t completely American, her accent sound Scandinavian. “We’re hunters just like you” Louise said and stepped out from behind me. Louise’s action making the girl take a few steps closer. “Well then, I would be happy to hear your names. I’m Theresa” She said and waved, the tension in the room evident. “I’m Louise, this is Sam, Dean and Castiel” Louise said as she pointed at all of us. “Alright, I guess this was an awkward start now was it” I said and a small laugh escaped her mouth. “I do have style, haven’t I” She said cockily and sent a wink my way. “You want to grab a drink and tell us about this creature you’ve been hunting?” Louise said, a warm smile on her lips. “Why not, could be fun” Theresa said as she started to walk towards the door. “You coming?”

…Dean’s P.O.V…

We were seated in a bar along the road back home, Theresa telling her stories about the creature we all were hunting. A troll, a Scandinavian folklore that actually turned out to be real just way more murderous and evil. They could change shapes, just like a shapeshifter and could lure you in. It was a killer machine and it sure as hell was creepy. I looked over at Louise, her eyes pinned to Theresa who was telling a story of god knows what. I stopped listening after a while, only focusing on the beer and her. God, she was the only thing I could focus on right now. I looked over at her again, her smile big. You know when her eyes crinkle and sparks. I couldn’t help but to smile too. She looked over at me, her smile grew bigger as her cheeks turned crimson and her eyes feel to her lap. I took a sip of the beer in front of me and actually tried to focus on what Theresa said.

“So you guys, what got you to start hunting?” Theresa said, her voice serious and Sam’s eyes were glued onto her. “Um, our mom was killed by the yellow eyed demon, one hell of a bitch” I said and she looked over at me. “By what now?” She asked and I looked at her in disbelief. “You don’t know who the yellow eyed demon is? And you call yourself a hunter” I said with a chuckle, feeling Louise’s eyes burn me. “Well enlighten me, I mean it’s my first time in America and that famous demon isn’t really famous in Sweden” She said, her voice sharp. “He was one of the most evil demons out there, he had evil plans for people who has psychic abilities, he wanted to build an army. We got to him first” Sam said and I rolled my eyes. “Yeah only to let hell lose” Louise said with a smile, making me laugh along with her. Theresa started to warm up, maybe realising we weren’t too bad. “Wow, seems like all of you have had a tough life” She said laughing. “Who of you siblings is the oldest, You?” She asked and looked at Cas. I only let out a huge laugh, she looked at me confused. “No, no. Sam and Dean are brothers, Cas and I are just their friends tagging along” Louise said and I sure as hell didn’t like the friend part Louise was saying, she was mine. “Oh I’m sorry, you all just seem so close. I guess you all have been through much” She said and shook her head. “I’m happy they found me you know, I don’t know what I would do without these idiots” Louise said, a small laugh escaped her lips and her eyes glued on me. I felt a warm sensation run though my body. “So where did you find these idiots then?” She said, humour evident in her voice. “They saved me, they took care of me when my parents died. I mean it was nothing they could do to save them. But um, I’m happy it was them who took care of the demons that was possessing my parents bodies and explaining everything for me. I’m so thankful” Louise said, her eyes teary. I looked over at Theresa, also teary-eyed.

……

And that’s how we met her, Theresa or as we now, after 2 weeks, call her Tess. None of us knew how much she would grow on us, how much she could teach us and wise versa. She was just like Louise, bad ass. Sam and her have been connecting weirdly quickly and she’s been hanging around the bunker, we asked her to work with us to figure out what these troll creatures really did all the way over in America. She wasn’t the one to open up on why she hated these creatures so much, yet telling much about her personal life. At least not to me, I guess she had a thing against me.

Louise and I were seated in the library, her nose stuck in a book about mythical creatures. She looked adorable, with her blonde hair messy and her face bare from makeup. She looked so beautiful. I placed my book down before walking over to her, leaning against the table right next to her. She looked up at me, that sweet look on her face. She shook her head before continuing to read.

“You know what would be more fun than reading?” I said and she looked up at me again, a bit of annoyance on her face. “No, what could be way more fun than reading” She said teasingly and looked back down in her book. “I can always show yah” I said as I walked up behind her, pushing her hair to the side and leaning down to reach her ear. “You know, I have an idea”

I could hear her swallowing hard, seeing goosebumps rising on her skin. My lips touched her skin, her soft and flower smelled skin. It was intoxicating, she made me go crazy. She continued to read, signalling me she played hard to get. I gripped the chair and turning her around, pinning her between the chair and me. Her eyes looking up at me in chock, I smiled at her and I slowly leaned in close to her. Our lips almost touching.

“Do you have an idea, baby?” I asked her as she almost trembled in my grip. “I might have a few” She said, her voice lower than usual and the sexual tension could be cut by a knife.

We were quickly interrupted as Tess cleared her throat, I quickly pulled away and stood up straight. Her eyes scanning our every move and I could see her lips almost curling up in a smile. Soon Sam stood beside her, a huge pile of books in hand and that huge grin on his lips.

“I’ve found more to read guys, we might get a lead now!” He exclaimed as he walked around the table to sit down opposite Louise. “Oh, I guess there will be more reading then” Louise said as she looked up at me before turning her chair around again. “I guess there is” I said as I sat down next to her, Tess taking a seat opposite me.

I guess I will have to wait even more to be that close to Louise, it’s weird how we always get interrupted. If it isn’t phone call, it’s Tess walking in or it’s Cas painfully tease us about it. All I want is to get alone with her and to be able to show her how much I love her, but I guess it will wait. Again. I huffed as I started to read in one of the books Sam had brought. Soon I could feel Louise’s foot touching me leg, making me turn my chair a little so she could rest them in my lap. A satisfied smile on her lips as she got comfortable. We sat there for hours, reading and teasing. Tess and Sam talking over what they had found, smiling, laughing and flirting. Like I wouldn’t notice, she liked my brother. Too bad he only had eyes for my girl. I glared at him for not realising that another perfect girl was sitting right next to him, basically drooling over him. It was almost humoristic. I was soon feeling done with all the reading, feeling my butt starting to get numb. I raised to my feet and started walking up to my room, not wanting to spend another five minutes in that room with them, well I was sure hoping Louise would take my hint and come up to me later. I just wanted her, I wanted her bad. Her.

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10 YA Reads That Have Us Loving the Skin We’re In

There are so many diverse and empowering new reads out there totally flooding our TBR that we couldn’t pick just one of our current obsessions to share—so here’s a list of ten we can’t stop talking about. From kick-ass queer anthologies to MC’s who totally get what it’s like living with anxiety, from the body-positive heroes we deserve to the everyday teens showing us how to be true to who we are inside, these books have us feeling ourselves and celebrating our individuality.

Tiffany Sly Lives Here Now by Dana L. Davis

For sixteen-year-old Tiffany Sly, life hasn't been safe or normal for a while. Losing her mom to cancer has her a little bit traumatized, and now she has to leave her hometown of Chicago to live with the biological dad she's never known.

Anthony Stone is a rich man with four other daughters—and rules for every second of the day. Tiffany tries to make the best of things, but she doesn't fit into her new luxurious, but super-strict, home—or get along with her standoffish sister London. The only thing that makes her new life even remotely bearable is the strange boy across the street. Marcus McKinney has had his own experiences with death, and the unexpected friendship that blossoms between them is the only thing that makes her feel grounded.

But Tiffany has a secret. Another man claims he's Tiffany's real dad—and she has only seven days before he shows up to demand a paternity test and the truth comes out. With her life about to fall apart all over again, Tiffany finds herself discovering unexpected truths about her father, her mother and herself, and realizing that maybe family is in the bonds you make—and that life means sometimes taking risks.

Tiffany Sly Lives Here Now is out now. Add it to your Goodreads shelf!

Puddin’ by Julie Murphy

Millie Michalchuk has gone to fat camp every year since she was a little girl. Not this year. This year she has new plans to chase her secret dream of being a newscaster—and to kiss the boy she’s crushing on.

Callie Reyes is the pretty girl who is next in line for dance team captain and has the popular boyfriend. But when it comes to other girls, she’s more frenemy than friend.

When circumstances bring the girls together over the course of a semester, they surprise everyone (especially themselves) by realizing that they might have more in common than they ever imagined.

Puddin’ is out now. Add it to your Goodreads shelf!

Fat Girl on a Plane by Kelly DeVos

FAT.

High school senior Cookie Vonn’s postgraduation dreams include getting out of Phoenix, attending Parsons and becoming the next great fashion designer. But in the world of fashion, being fat is a cardinal sin. It doesn’t help that she’s constantly compared to her supermodel mother—and named after a dessert. Thanks to her job at a fashion blog, Cookie scores a trip to New York to pitch her portfolio and appeal for a scholarship, but her plans are put on standby when she’s declared too fat to fly. Forced to turn to her BFF for cash, Cookie buys a second seat on the plane. She arrives in the city to find that she’s been replaced by the boss’s daughter, a girl who’s everything she’s not—ultrathin and superrich. Bowing to society’s pressure, she vows to lose weight, get out of the friend zone with her crush and put her life on track.

SKINNY.

Cookie expected sunshine and rainbows, but nothing about her new life is turning out like she planned. When the fashion designer of the moment offers her what she’s always wanted—an opportunity to live and study in New York—she finds herself in a world full of people more interested in putting women down than dressing them up. Her designs make waves, but her real dream of creating great clothes for people of all sizes seems to grow more distant by the day.

Will she realize that she’s always had the power to make her own dreams come true?

Fat Girl on a Plane is out June 5th. Add it to your Goodreads shelf!

Undead Girl Gang by Lily Anderson

Mila Flores and her best friend Riley have always been inseparable. There's not much excitement in their small town of Cross Creek, so Mila and Riley make their own fun, devoting most of their time to Riley's favorite activity: amateur witchcraft.

So when Riley and two Fairmont Academy mean girls die under suspicious circumstances, Mila refuses to believe everyone's explanation that her BFF was involved in a suicide pact. Instead, armed with a tube of lip gloss and an ancient grimoire, Mila does the unthinkable to uncover the truth: she brings the girls back to life.

Unfortunately, Riley, June, and Dayton have no recollection of their murders, but they do have unfinished business to attend to. Now, with only seven days until the spell wears off and the girls return to their graves, Mila must wrangle the distracted group of undead teens and work fast to discover their murderer...before the killer strikes again.

Undead Girl Gang is out now. Add it to your Goodreads shelf!

All Out: The No-Longer-Secret Stories of Queer Teens Throughout the Ages edited by Saundra Mitchell

Take a journey through time and genres and discover a past where queer figures live, love and shape the world around them. Seventeen of the best young adult authors across the queer spectrum have come together to create a collection of beautifully written diverse historical fiction for teens.

From a retelling of Little Red Riding Hood set in war-torn 1870s Mexico featuring a transgender soldier, to two girls falling in love while mourning the death of Kurt Cobain, forbidden love in a sixteenth-century Spanish convent or an asexual girl discovering her identity amid the 1970s roller-disco scene, All Out tells a diverse range of stories across cultures, time periods and identities, shedding light on an area of history often ignored or forgotten.

All Out is out now. Add it to your Goodreads shelf!

Runebinder by Alex R. Kahler

When magic returned to the world, it could have saved humanity, but greed and thirst for power caused mankind's downfall instead. Now once-human monsters called Howls prowl abandoned streets, their hunger guided by corrupt necromancers and the all-powerful Kin. Only Hunters have the power to fight back in the unending war, using the same magic that ended civilization in the first place.

But they are losing.

Tenn is a Hunter, resigned to fight even though hope is nearly lost. When he is singled out by a seductive Kin named Tomás and the enigmatic Hunter Jarrett, Tenn realizes he’s become a pawn in a bigger game. One that could turn the tides of war. But if his mutinous magic and wayward heart get in the way, his power might not be used in favor of mankind.

If Tenn fails to play his part, it could cost him his friends, his life…and the entire world.

Runebinder is out now. Add it to your Goodreads shelf!

A Thousand Beginnings and Endings edited by Ellen Oh and Elsie Chapman

Star-crossed lovers, meddling immortals, feigned identities, battles of wits, and dire warnings. These are the stuff of fairy tale, myth, and folklore that have drawn us in for centuries.

Fifteen bestselling and acclaimed authors reimagine the folklore and mythology of East and South Asia in short stories that are by turns enchanting, heartbreaking, romantic, and passionate.

A mountain loses her heart. Two sisters transform into birds to escape captivity. A young man learns the true meaning of sacrifice. A young woman takes up her mother’s mantle and leads the dead to their final resting place. From fantasy to science fiction to contemporary, from romance to tales of revenge, these stories will beguile readers from start to finish.

A Thousand Beginnings and Endings is out now. Add it to your Goodreads shelf!

The Diminished by Kaitlyn Sage Patterson

In the Alskad Empire, nearly all are born with a twin, two halves to form one whole…yet some face the world alone.

A rare few are singleborn in each generation, and therefore given the right to rule by the gods and goddesses. Bo Trousillion is one of these few, born into the royal line and destined to rule. Though he has been chosen to succeed his great-aunt, Queen Runa, as the leader of the Alskad Empire, Bo has never felt equal to the grand future before him.

When one twin dies, the other usually follows, unable to face the world without their other half. Those who survive are considered diminished, doomed to succumb to the violent grief that inevitably destroys everyone whose twin has died. Such is the fate of Vi Abernathy, whose twin sister died in infancy. Raised by the anchorites of the temple after her family cast her off, Vi has spent her whole life scheming for a way to escape and live out what’s left of her life in peace.

As their sixteenth birthdays approach, Bo and Vi face very different futures—one a life of luxury as the heir to the throne, the other years of backbreaking work as a temple servant. But a long-held secret and the fate of the empire are destined to bring them together in a way they never could have imagined.

The Diminished is out now. Add it to your Goodreads shelf!

Emergency Contact by Mary H. K. Choi

For Penny Lee high school was a total nonevent. Her friends were okay, her grades were fine, and while she somehow managed to land a boyfriend, he doesn’t actually know anything about her. When Penny heads to college in Austin, Texas, to learn how to become a writer, it’s seventy-nine miles and a zillion light years away from everything she can’t wait to leave behind.

Sam’s stuck. Literally, figuratively, emotionally, financially. He works at a café and sleeps there too, on a mattress on the floor of an empty storage room upstairs. He knows that this is the god-awful chapter of his life that will serve as inspiration for when he’s a famous movie director but right this second the seventeen bucks in his checking account and his dying laptop are really testing him.

When Sam and Penny cross paths it’s less meet-cute and more a collision of unbearable awkwardness. Still, they swap numbers and stay in touch—via text—and soon become digitally inseparable, sharing their deepest anxieties and secret dreams without the humiliating weirdness of having to see each other.

Emergency Contact is out now. Add it to your Goodreads shelf!

Someone to Love by Melissa de la Cruz

Olivia "Liv" Blakely knows how important it is to look good. Her father is running for governor, and Liv will be making public appearances with her family. Liv has an image to uphold—to her maybe boyfriend, to the new friends who suddenly welcome her into their circle and to the public, who love to find fault on social media.

Liv's sunny, charming facade hides a dark inner voice that will settle for nothing less than perfection. No matter who she has to give up to get there. No matter what she has to lose to do it. Liv is working for the day when what she sees in the mirror is worthy…worthy of confidence. Worthy of success. Worthy of love. But as the high price of perfection takes a toll, placing her body and soul at risk, Liv herself has to realize what she has to live for.

Someone to Love is out now. Add it to your Goodreads shelf!

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Entertainment heat wave is coming this summer: What to watch for | Entertainment

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Entertainment heat wave is coming this summer: What to watch for | Entertainment

Remember 2019, when hot girl summer became a motto for living with confidence?

Well, with life getting closer to normal and vaccines nudging the pandemic into — fingers crossed — the rear-view mirror, 2021’s entertainment calendar for the next few months has a similar mood.

Call it a hot everything summer.

Blockbuster movies are returning to theaters. Live concerts are set to resume. Television and streaming shows are back to being a nice part of the mix, not a sole entertainment lifeline. And with travel heating up again, beach books can actually be read on a faraway beach.

To navigate this soaring heat index for fun, here is a list of recommendations that are sunny, breezy, steaming and sizzling. You get the idea.

Hot Jeff Daniels summer

Michigan’s resident acting great always keeps it real — remember his plaid dad shirt at February’s virtual Golden Globes? His latest project evokes his home state’s ethos of blue-collar endurance. “American Rust,” a nine-episode series premiering Sept. 12 on Showtime, stars Daniels as the police chief of a Rust-Belt Pennsylvania town who is feeling “ticked off and kind of jumpy” when a murder investigation tests his loyalties. If the preview looks a bit like HBO’s gritty “Mare of Easttown,” that’s a very good thing.

Hot goofy summer

In real life, metro Detroit native Tim Robinson could be a calm, collected guy. But as a sketch comedian, he’s made an art form out of wildly overreacting to life’s little embarrassments. “I Think You Should Leave,” his mini-masterpiece Netflix show, is back July 6 with a second season. Besides brilliantly making himself the butt of the jokes, Robinson always remembers his hometown friends. Let’s hope for repeat appearances by his pals like “Detroiters” co-star Sam Richardson and Troy’s own Oscar nominee, Steven Yeun.

Hot retro Motor City summer

The Detroit of the mid-1950s comes alive in director Steven Soderbergh’s “No Sudden Move,” available July 1 on HBO Max. The crime drama starring Don Cheadle, David Harbour, Benicio del Toro, Jon Hamm and more is about some low-level criminals given a simple assignment that draws them into a mystery that stretches to the heights of the automotive industry’s power structure. The film was shot last year in Detroit under strict COVID-19 safety measures, because Soderbergh, who filmed 1998’s “Out of Sight” here, would accept no other city as a substitute.

Hot road trip summer

Six years ago, a young waitress from Detroit created a viral Twitter thread about a bizarre journey she took to Florida with a new friend to do some freelance stripping. It was as compelling as a novel and as vivid as a movie. Cut to June 30 when “Zola” hits theaters starring Taylour Page and Riley Keough. It’s a comedy and a thriller that defies expectations and makes J-Lo’s “Hustlers” seem mild. Director Janicza Bravo and screenplay co-writer Jeremy O. Harris have created a raunchy adventure that still respects A’Ziah (Zola) King as a strong woman and original writing voice.

Hot action dad summer

Yes, Matt Damon is now old enough to play a Liam Neeson-esque outraged father out for justice. In “Stillwater,” Damon is a worker for an Oklahoma oil rig who must travel to France to try and clear his daughter (Abigail Breslin) of murder charges. Think “Taken,” if it were a serious drama directed and co-written by Tom McCarthy of “Spotlight” fame. It comes out July 30, just in time to make Damon’s fans from his “Good Will Hunting” days feel ancient.

Hot reboot summer

It has been almost a decade since “Gossip Girl” ended its run, which is way too long to be without fashion tips from impossibly beautiful rich kids. The newly reimagined “Gossip Girl” on HBO Max arrives July 8 with some notable improvements, like the inclusiveness of its cast of newcomers. But it’s bringing back the original narrator, Kristen Bell (who grew up in Huntington Woods), as the voice of the title character with the hidden identity.

Hot sweating summer

Sweating is a bodily function, but what exactly is it all about? “The Joy of Sweat: The Strange Science of Perspiration,” out July 13, will explore the biology, history and marketing behind the moisture that makes us glow (to use a polite term). It covers everything from the role of stress in sweat to deodorant research that involves people who can sniff out, literally, the effectiveness of a product. Since the New York Times recommended the book as one of its 24 summer reads, you know that author Sarah Everts did sweat the details.

Hot Olympic star summer

The 2021 Tokyo Games, which run July 23-Aug. 8, will feature the world’s best gymnast, Simone Biles. She still enjoys competing, but quarantining gave her some time to improve her work-life balance, as she told Glamour for its June cover story (which comes with a dazzling photo spread of Biles). “Before I would only focus on the gym. But me being happy outside the gym is just as important as me being happy and doing well in the gym. Now it’s like everything’s coming together.” For the 24-year-old GOAT, the sky — or, maybe, gravity — is the limit.

Hot variety show summer

“What percentage of white women do you hate? And there is a right answer.” That was among the questions posed by internet sensation Ziwe to her first guest, Fran Lebowitz, on the current Showtime series that carries her name. Combining interviews, sketches and music, “Ziwe” deploys comedy to illuminate America’s awkwardness on issues of race and politics. The results are hilarious, so find out about Ziwe now before her next project arrives, a scam-themed comedy for Amazon called “The Nigerian Princess.”

Hot ice road summer

Take the driving skills of the reality series “Ice Road Truckers” and add one stoic dose of Liam Neeson and you’ve got “The Ice Road,” which premiered Friday on Hulu. The adventure flick involves a collapse in a diamond mine, the miners trapped inside and the man (Neeson) who’s willing to steer his ginormous rig over frozen water to attempt a rescue mission. Crank up the AC temporarily!

Hot kindness summer

There is a better way to be a human being, and he shares a name with an Apple TV+ series. “Ted Lasso,” the fish-out-of-water sitcom about an American football coach (Jason Sudeikis) who’s drafted to lead a British soccer team returns for a second season on July 23 —the date that Lasso fans will resume their efforts to be more empathetic and encouraging, just like Ted. Only there’s a new sports psychologist for AFC Richmond who seems impervious to Ted’s charms and home-baked biscuits. She doesn’t like Ted? We’re gobsmacked!

Hot podcast summer

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Hot musical comedy summer

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Hot nostalgia tour

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Hot all-female, all-Muslim punk band summer

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While Woodstock has become synonymous with epic music gatherings, the Harlem Cultural Festival of 1969 is finally about to get the pop-culture recognition it deserves. “Summer of Soul: (…Or, When The Revolution Could Not Be Televised),” directed by the Roots drummer Questlove, will hit theaters and Hulu on July 2. It chronicles a mostly forgotten event that drew superstars like Stevie Wonder, Nina Simone, the Fifth Dimension, Sly & the Family Stone and B.B. King. Using his vast knowledge of music, archival footage and interviews with performers and those who attended, Questlove has created a history lesson that’s also the best concert you’ve never seen before.

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Comin' to Steal Yo Girl (And Her Dad)

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by chucks_prophet

“What’re you doing with my daughter?” “Your—” Dean drops the bundle of tickets he’s been holding with pride. “Um… Sam, help me here!” Meanwhile, his brother’s too busy leaning against the side of the noisy Pac-Man machine to support his laughter. “I got ten dollars, Daddy!” Claire exclaims, waving the bill a foot above her height. Dean scratches the back of his neck. “I… may have bribed a kid to be my daughter to impress you? Who, turns out, is your daughter…”

Words: 1320, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Claire Novak, Lucas Barr, Krissy Chambers, Aidan (Supernatural: Freaks and Geeks), Andrea Barr

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: Arcades, Episode: s07e14 Plucky Pennywhistle's Magical Menagerie, Plucky's, but still an AU, Dean is a Child At Heart, Cute Dean, Dean is good with kids, Dean's Birthday, Sam Is So Done, Castiel is Claire Novak's Parent, Sassy Claire Novak, Young Claire Novak, Castiel Has Taught Her Well, Single Dad Castiel, First Meetings, awkward first meetings, Fluff, Humor, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, No Angst, Featuring the Famous Giant Rainbow Slinky

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spoonfulofsexy · 7 years

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Party Like A Stark

Peter Parker x Stark Reader

Part (2/6)

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Summary: Today is your 19th birthday, and you also happen to be Tony Stark’s loved daughter. What’s a better way to celebrate this special day than a party?! All the Avengers and family friends will be there, even your secret crush Spider-Man. You’ve always wanted to meet the famous spiderling, but little did you know you already know him. Your party will definitely be one to remember.

Warnings: still lots of fluff!!

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AN: Guys I’m literal trash ahahah this fic is going to be a bit longer than expected because there’s just so many things that pop in my head !! I mean I love writing this story so much, that’s why it’s so long! I hope you guys don’t mind having to wait longer for the smut!! I don’t know i think it’s worth it because peter is just so precious and I love the reader’s relationship with everyone! well anyway, enjoy!!

You and the crew left the cafe, and Wanda instantly came up to you and wrapped her arm around yours.

“That boy was cuuuuute”, she teased you about Peter.

You tried to hide the blush that crept on your face as you thought of him. “Wanda stooop”, you playfully rolled your eyes.

“What I was just saying what you were thinking”, she said shrugging her shoulders.

Then Pietro felt the need to pick on you, “You mean the boy she practically had heart eyes for.”

You elbowed him in the side, “Shut it, both of you!” But only a few steps later you brought it up again. “Do you think I should’ve got his number?”

“Nah, he looked like a chump”, Nat winked at you as she took a sip of her coffee.

“Yeah, I guess”, you sighed as you guys went into a clothing store.

You guys left the city at 4 and got back to the HQ by 5. Not going to lie you were pretty tired already, which sucked because you had all night to party. When you got home you dropped your shopping bags and went to go look for your dad.

“DAAAAAAAAD”, you shouted for him, but not in an annoying way. “WE’RE BACK!”

“I’m coming pumpkin!”, you could here him down the hall. You were greeted with a big smile and a warm hug. “How was shopping?”

“It was great, but I’m exhausted”, you yawned. “Do you know any energy smoothie recipes?”

“Of course, I do! Want me to make you one?”, he asked.

“Yes, please. Wanna see what I bought?”, you asked with excitement.

“Absolutely”, Tony followed you into your room.

“So I got a few blouses and dresses”, you held up the articles of clothing. “I also got some more work out stuff”, you held up some leggings and tank tops. “I may have bought this cute Spider-Man pillow”, you shamefully held up the 18” tsum tsum pillow.

“You like the Spiderling?”, your father gasped.

“Well, I mean, uh he’s a cool superhero”, you tried to laugh off. “Anyway”, changing the subject, “I bought a cool new journal to put my ideas in and stuff.”

“Oh that’s nice!”, Tony held the vintage looking leather book in his hands. “Cap would like this”, he said to himself.

You got sad at the mention of Uncle Steve, “Is he coming?” You sat next to your dad and rested your head on his shoulder.

Tony sighed and ran a tired hand through his hair, “I don’t know. I left him a message, but it doesn’t look promising.”

The corner of your mouth tugged into a sad frown, and Tony felt bad that you were still upset about Steve leaving. He wrapped a comforting hand around your shoulder and squeezed, “Hey c’mon kiddo, everyone else is coming, even Sam. He’s actually djing!”

You laughed at the idea of Sam being the DJ, “Aw that’s nice of him!”

“Alright, I’ll leave you alone to get ready”, he kissed your head and left your room.

You sighed and fell back into your bed, “Why can’t I get that stupid boy out of my head?”

After laying down on your phone, you figured you should actually get dressed. Your dad came by and dropped off your green smoothie. As you drank you did your hair by just re curling some of you hair and shaking out to look more like an effortless wave. Then you it was time to do makeup. You wiped off your old make up and stared yourself in the mirror and sighed before re-applying foundation and re-doing your eyebrows. Then you contoured your face, did a wing on your eyelids and put fake eyelashes on. Lastly you put on an almost nude light pink lipstick. You gave yourself a pleased smile before getting up to change.

You slid on your woven tulle overlay dress by Selfie Leslie™ that featured a floral embroidered design, a plunging sweetheart neckline, and an A-line silhouette. It was also a very subtle pink color. Then you slid on your white two strap heels and put on a gold choker and necklace.

Now you were officially ready for the party and it was only 6:30! You walked down the hall to Wanda’s room to see how she was doing.

“Hey Wands you ready yet?”, you lightly knocked on her door.

“Yes, you may come in!”, she shouted from the other side of the door.

You opened the door and gasped at how beautiful she looked. “Wanda, you look beautiful!!”, you closed the door behind you.

Wanda wore a black woven maxi dress featuring a smocked off-the-shoulder neckline, tiered crochet short sleeves, drawstring waist, and open-knit crochet panels along the skirt and hem.

Wanda looked at herself again in the mirror, “Do you really think so?”

You came up to her, grabbed her hand and made her do a little spin. “Absolutely!”

“I mean look how gorgeous you look (Y/N)!”, she motioned towards you. You both held each other’s hands and jumped up squealing, “We both look great!!”

“Hey what’s with the squealing?”, Pietro zoomed in wearing a buttoned up dress shirt and perfectly fitting pants.

“Aw Pietro look how handsome you look”, you giggled and pinched his cheeks.

“Enough”, he swatted your hands away. “I am hot”, he adjusted his tie with his head held high.

“Oh, you’re right. My bad Piet”, you winked at Wanda as you got ready to leave. “I’ll see you guys at the party!”, you said before closing the door.

“Well would you look who it is?”, a deep, kind voice said from down the hallway. You spun your head to see who it was.

“STEVE”, you shouted in pure joy.

“Happy birthday, kiddo”, he opened his arms knowing that he was going to be getting a hug.

You ran down the hallway with a huge smile on your face and jumped into his arms. “I can’t believe you came! I didn’t think you would come!” You voice cracked as you fought off the tears.

“I couldn’t miss my little Stark’s birthday party”, he squeezed you tighter before letting you down. “Wow look how pretty your dress is”, Steve complimented.

“Thanks”, you gave him a goofily huge smile and did a spin like a princess.

“Look at the two beautiful human beings”, Sam shouted walking towards you two.

“Hey Sam!!”, you greeted with a wave.

Sam took you two into a hug, “It’s so nice to see you guys again.”

“I know, I really missed having you guys to bother”, you joked making the two laugh.

“Are you ready to dance your butt off tonight?”, Sam asked as the three of you walked to the living room where the party would be held.

“Um, you know it!”, you gave a little sampler dance for the two.

The place looked amazing! The Dj stage and karaoke was set up in front of the large wall of windows. The lights were set low while some colored lights flashed off to the sides. There was a large table of food and a bar for the adults. There were silver streamers that glistened and shined everywhere and some pieces of silver confetti already spread across the floor. Your dad also added a little disco ball that hung from the balcony.

Some people have already arrived so you went around greeting and thanking your guests for coming. Sam went up to start playing music. The first song he played for you was Worth It by Fifth Harmony which was always a jam.

It was 7:15 and your dad, Happy, and Peter were rolling up to the HQ. Tony put an arm around Peter’s shoulder as Peter was in awe by how awesome it looked at night.

“Cool isn’t it?”, Tony asked.

“Yeah, definitely Mr.Stark”, he said completely starstruck.

“Alright before we get out of the car, I need to have a talk with you”, Tony went into dad mode.

“Oh o-okay, about what?”, Peter asked nervously.

“I know this will be the first time you meet my little pumpkin, and yes she is beautiful”, Tony looked Peter down.

“Well-”, Peter tried to stop where this was going.

“Hey, don’t interrupt me while I’m giving you the talk”, your dad put up a finger. Peter instantly zipped his lips, accepting the position he was in. “(Y/N) is off limits. She already has a crush on Spider-Man”, he muttered.

“She has a crush on me?!”, Peter said in shock.

“No, Spider-Man”, Tony corrected.

“But I’m-”, Peter tried to say but Tony interrupted him.

“I know! I know, you’re Spider-Man. Just try to keep the flirting on the low”, Tony ran a hand over his face. “Or at least don’t do it in front of me.”

“Yes, sir”, Peter said.

“I know she is an adult and can make whatever decisions she wants, but she’s still a kid in my eyes”, Tony stared at the building watching people dancing from the window. “Anyway let’s go party, yeah?”, Tony patted Peter on the shoulder one last time before getting out of the car.

Peter didn’t even know what to think. (Y/N) freaking Stark had a crush on Spider-Man. But she’s also Tony’s daughter, which would make things awkward, right?

Tony led him through the Avenger’s HQ, and the music playing echoed throughout the building.

Partition by Beyonce was playing, while you and Wanda jokingly danced against each other as you sang to the song.

Then Sam announced over the mic, “HEY TONY STARK IN THE HOUSE!”, Everyone cheered and looked at your father and Peter…… WAIT PETER?

“Oh my gosh, is that the boy from today?”, Wanda shouted over the music at you.

“Did you tell my dad?!”, you looked at her suspiciously. You looked back at your dad who was waving at you and motioning for you to come over.

“Hey daaaad”, you smiled and hugged him, but never breaking eye contact with Peter.

“Hey sweetie, you look beautiful”, he kissed your temple. “So I know how you’ve been bugging me to meet Spider-Man, so I invited him to your party”, your dad presented Peter to you.

“Peter is Spider-Man?!”, your eyebrows rose up in shock.

“Wai-wait how do you know his name is Peter, I didn’t even-”, you cut your dad off.

“I met him while shopping today, I liked his science pun shirt!”, you said in disbelief.

“Oh, uh well I guess I’ll go greet the guest then”, Tony awkwardly left, but you grabbed his arm before you lost him in the crowd.

“Oh wait, dad, Steve is here. I think you should talk.” You could see something in your dad’s eyes change.

“Alright, thank you”, with that your dad walked towards his old friend.

You turned around and awkwardly rubbed the back of your head as Tambourine by Eve played in the background. “So uh, thanks for coming to my party.”

Peter put his hands on his hips. “Yeah it’s no problem”, he let out a large sigh of relief.

There was an awkward silence that fell between the two of you. Trying to make things a little better you said, “So wanna go dance, Spidey?”

“I can’t really-”, Peter tried to decline but you dragged him out to where Wanda and Pietro were.

“Hey guys”, you greeted your two best friends. “So this is Peter, aka Spider-Man.”

“You mean the guy you were crushing on is also the superhero you’re crushing on?!”, Pietro said shocked.

Wanda shoved him away, “Shut up, you big mouth.” Then she put on a smile and an outstretched hand to Peter, “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Wanda, and that’s my awful twin Pietro.”

Peter laughed but was also blushing so hard at what Pietro said. He took Wanda’s hand, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“They’re the Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver”, you said loud enough for him to hear.

“Woooooooaaah”, Peter said in awe.

Suddenly, the song changed to Despacito.

“Oh my god this is my jam!”, both you and Peter said at the same time. You both looked at each for a second, but then you grabbed his hands to dance.

¡Oh! Tú, tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal Me voy acercando y voy armando el plan Sólo con pensarlo se acelera el pulso (oh, yeah!) Ya, ya me está gustando más de lo normal Todos mis sentidos van pidiendo más Esto hay que tomarlo sin ningún apuro

You both sang a long perfectly to the lyrics, while attempting the salsa. You laughed as you tried to keep up with how well Peter could salsa.

Despacito Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito Deja que te diga cosas al oído Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo Despacito Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito (Sube, sube, sube Sube, sube)

“Peter how are you so good at dancing?!”, you shouted over the music.

“I don’t know, I guess it’s from all the dancing with my Aunt when I was younger!”, he laughed. He led the two of you in the dance. You tried so hard not to watch your feet, but before you even realized it there you were looking at your painted toe nails. Suddenly you felt a hand under your chin, making you lift your head up. “Here, just look at me. It’s harder when you look down”, Peter said in the most innocent way.

Your face had to be cherry red, but you did what he said so you didn’t mess up.

The whole time you both were filled with laughter as you tried not to break eye contact with his dark chocolate colored eyes. By the end of the dance you were out of breath and all sweaty.

“Geez Peter, you really know how to show a girl a good time”, you winked as you both went over to get drinks. This night was just getting started.

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ao3feed-castiel · 6 years

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Comin' to Steal Yo Girl (And Her Dad)

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2AEA4S1

by chucks_prophet

Words: 1320, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Claire Novak, Lucas Barr, Krissy Chambers, Aidan (Supernatural: Freaks and Geeks), Andrea Barr

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2AEA4S1

#IFTTT #castiel #cas #spn #supernatural #ao3feed

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yaiga-eyedoctor-blog · 6 years

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Tonight

Raymond rested on the threshold, his eyes following the hurried movements of the womanly form in front of him, clad in his shirt and he was guessing…nothing else?, if the alluring curve of her backside was any indication. Naked long legs, messy hair, speaking loudly through the phone trapped between her left ear and shoulder, hands busy with the coffee pot.

Her back to him, still unnoticed, he smiled feeling the unmistakable flutter in his stomach and mused about how much he loved all that was Elizabeth Keen.

-Okay Ress, I’ll be there in one hour, I’m hanging up-

That brought him back to earth, just in time for her to turn around, a wide grin lighting her pretty features when she saw him on the kitchen’s door.

-Hello mister- she said sauntering towards him, a teasing smile on her lips, hips swaying more than necessary - Hope I haven’t waken you up with my loud chat-

She gave him a sound kiss on the mouth, not giving him time to answer; she grabbed one of his hands and led him to the table.

-Take a seat; I prepared something special for you-

In front of him, appeared a plate full of “pumpkin like” cookies, two large cups of coffee with small things floating in it, and a couple of green- yellowish beverages. Before he could suppress his surprise and elaborate any comment , the woman sat down on his lap, arms looping around his neck, leaning on to ravish his mouth, in an all teeth and tongue involved kiss this time, and not giving him time to react again, she suddenly leaned back.

-Happy Halloween Raymond!!!- She beamed lovely, cute dimples appearing in both cheeks.

His heart leaped this time. She was so beautiful. And most important, was HIS.

A speechless Reddington looked at her in awe, mouth still open, his lower lip swollen after her last attack.

-What do you think about it? - she asked pointing to the food in front of them, bright eyes waiting for a reaction.

Like in a trance Red took one cookie and bites it, chewing slowly.

-It actually tastes quiet good- he said surprised himself. She grinned broadly.

-This is my traditional Halloween breakfast Red. Sam always prepared it for me – she explained- Pumpkin cookies, those there are roasted marshmallows floating like drowning heads in your coffee, and this- gesturing to the greenish drink at her left- it’s my famous zombie’s vomit-

-Drowning heads... Zombie’s vomit? You’re weird Lizzie! - he frowned.

-What??? Sam and I used to make a contest for the most disgusting –scary breakfast every year this time – she replied childish- and I always beaten him-

He saw her playful face full of mischief and could guess how naughty a child Liz was.

-So…are you coming back home early today? - she asked, one arm still around his neck, her hand caressing his nape softly, while sipping from her coffee mug.

-Guess so- replied Red giving a try with his coffee – Just one meeting today-

-Great! So tonight plans include cuddling on the sofa and watch a marathon of scary movies. I’ll make popcorn! - exclaimed Liz all excited.

-Hmm…I was thinking in more energetic…activities- he said slowly.

-Well, we can have that too… - she grinned, biting her lower lip- If you behave like a good boy, I even can let you use my handcuffs and do all kind of wicked things to me…again – she purred, tracing ticklish patterns with her forefinger on his right forearm.

Red smirked, caressing her thigh softly.

-Although I enjoy immensely exploring your kinky side…I was actually talking about a date Lizzie-

-Oh…a date! - she retired her hand, blushing furiously.

He chuckled inwardly at her reaction.

-Yes sweetheart, I want to dine and wine you today, maybe we can have a dance too, I think would be a nice way to celebrate our first anniversary-

-What???- she froze right there.

-This day…a year ago…we started dating honey, you didn’t forget it right?- he asked tilting his head to the side.

“Yes I did” –No…NO! How can you think that? - she replied too fast- I…I even have a present for you-

-You do???- Red frowned, not buying it.

-Well…it was a surprise- she said, all awkward smiles, suddenly sweating copiously.

-That’s great, so…tonight!- Red said pleased.

-Yeah…Tonight- she replied looking away nervously.

“I’m so fucked!!! Where am I going to get a proper present for Raymond in plain Halloween?”

A gentle tug on her chin brought her face down to him, while he lifted up his own to meet her lips, licking slowly.

-You know…I have been missing this shirt in particular, but now I think it looks better on you-

He nipped at her lower lip.

-Your shirt…Ha!- she shuddered when his lips nibbled at her ear lobe, making impossible coherent thoughts- I…I stole it from you a few months ago. Now it’s mine-

-Sure…sweetheart- Their lips met again, his right hand unbuttoning the shirt, meanwhile the other one running up her thigh.

-How long before you get to work? - he whispered seductively .

-Not much…- she swallowed.

His right hand already lost beneath his shirt…or was HER shirt now? Confirmed suspicions of her state of nakedness…not that it bothers him AT ALL.

-Sweetheart- he purred, his lips on her neck- are you panties on vacation lately?-

She let out a whine when he licked the path to her collarbone.

-Why I’m not informed about it???-

-I…- she gasped, his lips attacking again her neck- I went out in a rush and…forgot it- she was panting already.

-How convenient…- he growled when she boldly placed his hand where she needed him most, fingers soaked in seconds- By the way…I love your absent panties, tell them to take the whole week off-

She guided his fingers with her own hands, refusing the need of lean back her head, closes her eyes and just feel, instead keeping eye contact, amazed by his blown pupils, feeling his hard on poking at her thigh.

Her free hand slide down in his sweatpants, and took no time in grabbing his length. He hissed when her thumb caressed the tip, the moist gathered there now all spread around his cock, thanks to the sensual up and down moves of her expert hand.

It was addictive to see each other reactions; they were so close, panting. She released his hand, allowing him do whatever he wants.

He stroked her sodden slit, eliciting another moan, while his other hand was busy fondling her right breast. Liz kept working him, eyes now fixed in his large hard rock member, mouthwatering.

-Red I…- she pleaded biting her lip.

-Shush…I know sweetheart…no time- Red panted.

His first rub on her clit made her jump on his lap, Red embracing her with one arm to keep her in place. He drew all kind of circles making her squirm in his arms. Every wave of pleasure that hit her, the stronger and faster her grip was on his cock.

She was all flushed, her rosy skin making her more appealing for his greedy purposes.

-Red please…- she begged once more.

-Yes baby…I’m so close too- he replied stroking faster her pleasure nub, her elaborated breathing gave away the proximity of her orgasm, and he swiftly pushed two fingers into her, enough to throw her through the edge.

First he heard the muffled groans against his skin, and then felt the pain where sharped teeth were biting the flesh of his shoulder, Liz still shuddering against him, her hand gripping almost painfully his girth. The erotic mix of sensations pushed him to the edge; he embraced her tightly, shouting her name, fast spurts, covering her hand with his seed.

They remained like a tangled, sweaty mess for a while. None of them wanted to abandon the comfortable cocoon. Red was the first in lean back, kissing her temple adoring. Liz kissed the bruised spot in Red’s shoulder, face all apologetic.

-Sorry Red; that’s going to leave a mark-

-I love your love bites Lizzie, it certainly reveal a feral side of you I’d love to explore-

Looking into his eyes, in slow motion, Liz lifted up her slick hand to her mouth, her pink tongue already insinuating between her lips. Abruptly, Red gripped her wrist, stopping the movement.

-Do that and you aren’t leaving this house today Elizabeth! - warned Red, hoarse voice.

Elizabeth whined and pouted, but allowed him clean her hand with his shirt.

-Now…go and get ready for work- he slapped her butt cheerfully - Someone has to catch the bad guys –

-I already have my big baddie right here - she replied cheeky standing up.

She walked away, still swaying totally inappropriately her hips, turning her head when she reached the door.

-Love you Raymond, have a nice day and…Happy Halloween!- she winked.

Well, the day has started just FINE.

#lizzington halloween fic #sexy times #i'm pretty in love with this #i write #smut

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kennethmullins · 7 years

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Popehat Goes To The Opera: Un ballo in maschera

It's time once again for Popehat Goes To The Opera, the feature in which I demonstrate that opera is more bizarre, ridiculous, and wonderful than you had realized.

Previously I defiled Mozart's Cosi Fan Tutte and Wagner's Tannhauser. Let's give the Germans a rest and abuse an Italian, shall we? The prolific and talented Giuseppe Verdi — good old Joe Green himself — is as good a candidate as any. This edition's opera is Verdi's mid-career work Un Ballo In Maschera, or "A Masked Ball." No, there will be no testicular jokes. Opera is Serious Business.

Un Ballo has many things to recommend it: catchy tunes, excellent ensemble harmony, good opportunities for scenery-chewing, witches, unbridled pages, prophecies, and so on. Best of all, it is relatively short. Verdi had either self-control or an astute grasp of his audience's limitations; the duration is tolerable even to people who are only pretending to like opera for purposes of social convention, business development, or the dogged pursuit of coitus.

As before, my guide is Sir Denis Forman's sublimely witty and fond review of opera. My preferred version is this remastered 1956 recording with a stellar cast led by Maria Callas. Nobody does "tormented" like Maria Callas. She could sing "These Are A Few of My Favorite Things" and make it sound so harrowing that the Von Trapp kids start wearing black and cutting themselves in the Hot Topic bathroom.

A Kingkiller Chronicle

Ballo is based on a true story — the 1792 assassination of Gustav III of Sweden at a masquerade ball. Verdi undertook the work on a commission from a Naples opera house. He planned to use the libretto Gustav III by playwright Antonio Somma, but Neopolitan censors were unhappy with the initial draft. They apparently felt that the murder of a king, the presence of fortunetellers, and other dramatic flourishes were a threat to the famous stability and good order of the Italian government. After fits and starts Verdi very begrudgingly changed the name a few times — eventually to Un ballo in maschera — and changed the characters and setting.1

Nobody is certain whether Verdi's censor-pleasing changes were deliberately ridiculous.2 Verdi initially attempted to change the king to a duke and Sweden to Pomerania3, but this wasn't good enough. As Sir Denis Forman points out, the censors may have been agitated by the attempted assassination of Napoleon III in 1858, particularly because he was on his way to an opera at the time.4 Verdi eventually transformed the lead character from the King of Sweden to the colonial "Governor of Boston." The scene changed from 18th-century Sweden to 17th-century colonial America. Notwithstanding that 17th-century colonial America was characterized by famine, disease, religious extremism, and extremely uncomfortable shoes, the opera portrays it as featuring royal courts, pages, masked balls, and assorted Euro-frippery. The result is dramatically awkward. Fortunately Verdi's music is good enough to carry it.

There Are Ways Of Telling Whether She Is A Witch!

Verdi opens with a prelude that previews some of the main melodies of the opera, an increasingly popular practice that made opera somewhat more accessible and survives in musical theater to this day. It's tuneful. Listen to the main theme starting at 1:30 – 2:08.5

The curtain opens upon the court of Riccardo — let's call him Rick — the Governor of Boston, Earl of Warwick, and snappy dresser. Rick's various sycophants are serenading him as he wakes, telling him he's simply the cat's ass. As they do so, schemers and would-be assassins Sam and Tom — surely the most useless conspirators in the operatic canon — are muttering about how they want revenge upon him for some disappointments related to real estate. Listen to the two groups harmonize at about 6:00 – 6:30..

Rick enters and proclaims his desire to do right by his subjects. The following exchange is probably not intended to be an ironic comment on governance:

RICCARDO (entering and greeting them) Friends – soldiers – (then to the deputies, as he receives their petitions) And you who are equally dear to me! Give them to me; You may count on me. I must protect my children, satisfying every just desire. Power has no beauty unless it dry its subjects’ tears and strive for uncorrupted glory.

OSCAR (to Riccardo) Please read the list of invitations to the ball.

Rick grabs the list, intending to make sure there are plenty of eligible women, and twitches when he sees the name Amelia, with whom he is desperately in love. The problem is that Amelia is married to Rick's best friend and top adviser, Renato. Angst ensues for the rest of the opera. Rick sings of Amelia, reprising the main theme. (8:18) and eventually the court joins in, singing about how wonderful Rick is as Rick sings about wanting to bone his best friend's wife (9:30).

Enter Renato, the friend and counselor in question, who observes that Rick is in a bad mood. Renato, who is not overburdened by what we now call emotional intelligence, tries to divert Rick from his obvious mopery by warning that there is a plot to kill him. Before Renato can convince Rick, a judge arrives seeking approval for the banishment of a witch. Traditionally the punishment of witches had been a matter for local governments but now apparently it's been centralized in the Governor's hands. Thanks Obama! Rick quizzes the judge about what the witch, Ulrica, has done to warrant banishment from Boston, which normally is something that must be earned. Oscar, Rick's page, leaps to Ulrica's defense with spirited praise for her soothsaying abilities and productive relationship with Lucifer. Oscar, though dramatically a boy, is played by a soprano; Verdi follows operatic tradition regarding pages by writing Oscar to sound extremely enthusiastic about everything, like a dog who wets on the hall carpet from sheer joy when you get home from work. Oscar gets a nice virtuosic song about Ulrica (16:41).

Rick didn't get to be a Governor and an Earl because of his attention span. He announces happily that he's decided to disguise himself as a fisherman and observe Ulrica to see what's she's about and laugh at her gullible customers. Oscar is delighted, the conspirators Sam and Tom think it's a great opportunity to stand around and mutter ineffectually some more, the court is game for it because cocaine hasn't been invented yet, and Renato is concerned for Rick's safety. They voice their respective views in turn in a terrific rollicking ensemble piece. (19:28).

Witchy Woman

The scene shifts to Ulrica's cave, usually dressed up with smoking cauldrons and what-have-you. There is a suitably ominous orchestral introduction (:12) and Ulrica invites Satan6 to join her. She gets Rick instead; he has shown up before his gigantic entourage, who can't find parking. Ulrica's attendants rebuke Rick as she thrashes around pretending to be in the ecstasy of demonic possession for a bit. Eventually a sailor pushes in front of Rick and demands his fortune. Verdi is very good at musical characterization; listen to the sailor's entry music and his blustery introduction (28:00). Gold and rank are in your future, Ulrica tells him. Rick — who has this morning gone from enthusiasm about being Governor, to anguish about unrequited love, to enthusiasm about putting on a costume to make fun of a witch, now decides that it is absolutely crucial that everyone take the witch seriously. These days Rick would be medicated7 and the opera would have no plot whatsoever. Rick hastily writes an officer's commission and slips it into the sailor's bag with some gold. The sailor joyfully discovers these items, the crowd praises Ulrica's powers, and the theme of self-fulfilling prophecies is unsubtly waved like a flaming Cliff Notes.

Enter a discreet servant, who begs a private audience with his mistress. Ulrica sends her fans away, but Rick — who recognizes the servant as working for his crush Amelia — hides behind a tapestry or arras or alcove or rock or something. Amelia enters, and sorrowfully reveals what she wants from Ulrica — a magical means of falling out of love with Rick. Rather than consult a sorceress Amelia would have been better served to consult English poet Wendy Cope:

Two Cures for Love

1. Don’t see him. Don’t phone or write a letter.

2. The easy way: get to know him better.

But Amelia's looking for something more straightforward and operatically appropriate like a potion or possibly an unguent. Ulrica tells her that the cure to love can be found in an herb that can only be picked by hand at midnight at a lonely gallows. When you're a seer you have to sell it; nobody ever got a good tip by telling a client to pick up something at Whole Foods. Amelia resolves to go that very night. There is a sublime trio as Amelia prays for strength, Rick vows to follow her, and Ulrica promises peace — listen to a snippet at 34:01 to 35:45.

Amelia departs, and Rick — still dressed as a fisherman — re-enters, this time with his full posse. Without explaining why a fisherman has courtiers, he launches into a florid but tuneful request for his fortune (38:17) couched in maritime imagery. Apparently, since he's now trying to trick Ulrica into giving him a fisherman's fortune, he's switched back to wanting to make fun of her. Or maybe now he really thinks he's really a fisherman, it's not clear.

Eventually he presents his hand to Ulrica to learn his future. Shan't, she says. I insist, says he. Oh very well, you're gonna die soon, she says. Rick is brave. If I die bravely in battle, that's fine, he says. No, says Ulrica — you'll die at the hand of a friend.

Consternation! Tumult! Rhubarb! (41:45). Everybody freaks, and launches into a catchy ensemble: Rick trying manfully to scoff at the prophecy, his entourage horrified, and Sam and Tom worried that their pointless failure of a conspiracy has been found out, Ulrica saying she just reads hands like they're written. It's odd but man does it work. (42:17-45:19)

Tell me who shall kill me, demands Rick. The first person to touch your hand today, says Ulrica. Swell! Says Rick, and wanders about trying to shake people's hands as they recoil. Nobody will shake — until Renato wanders in, and Rick vigorously shakes his hand, proclaiming him his most trusted friend. Rick is genre blind and doesn't get what this means. Ulrica, realizing that Rick is not a fisherman after all, asks for mercy; Rick is magnanimous and gives her cash. Thanks, she says, but you're still a dead man. Sir.

Since maybe a half hour has passed without anyone fluffing Rick, the chorus shows up to proclaim his awesomeness as governor, and the act ends with a skillful polyphony of chorus praising, the conspirators grumbling, Ulrica warning, and Rick saying that everything will turn out swell (49:22). SPOILER: naw.

This is the Most Awkward Cosplay EVER.

The second act opens at midnight by the gallows with an almost cartoonishly turbulent prelude (50:32) that resolves into one of Amelia's main themes (51:22). Amelia appears, looking for the magic stop-loving-inappropriate-men weed which, as modern history would suggest, does not exist. Before she can find it, but after an operatically appropriate interval of angst, Rick shows up. They exchange an entire junior-high-schooler-mix-tape full of romantic sentiment: I belong to another, I am consumed by love, you must forget me, what we feel is wrong, and so and and so forth, at length. It's not the best part of the opera, frankly. Rick eventually convinces Amelia to admit she loves him, saying this is all he wants of her (spoiler: naw), and they break into a decent tune about how they love each other and maybe everything will work out if they give into it (1:30:32) (Spoiler: eh, you know.)

Enter, abruptly, Renato, who is justifiably worried that his flighty facing-several-assassination-plots employer is wandering around graveyards in the dark. Amelia swiftly puts on her veil and Rick composes himself. Is it cockblocking if the interrupter is her husband? Verdi doesn't say. Renato explains he has narrowly escaped the conspirators, who are even now seeking Rick, hoping for some stabby-stabby. Rick agrees to flee but asks Renato to escort his, erm, "friend" and to respect her privacy and anonymity and absolutely not to think "hey, my wife has that dress" or anything. They trio in a grim key (1:11:18).

Rick leaves. Renato rather disapprovingly tells Amelia to follow him, and is preparing to escort her to the city gates when the conspirators show up for a bit of u-wot-mate. They taunt and threaten, demanding to see what secret lover Renato is out with. Renato is defiant, swords are drawn, death is imminent, and rather than see her husband killed, Amelia throws herself between them, dropping her veil. Renato is thunderstruck. (1:15:10.) The conspirators are dumbfounded. Wait. Wait. His wife? His wife? What follows shows Verdi's facility with ensemble and harmony and mixing different tones and emotions: the conspirators laugh and mock Renato for indulging in costume play with his own wife in a graveyard, Rick seethes in humiliation, Amelia weeps in torment. Utterly brilliant and tuneful. (1:17:31).

Every Unhappy Family Is Unhappy In Its Own Way.

Act Three opens in Renato's house, with Renato deciding when, how, and possibly whether to kill Amelia. Operas are not woke; this is not presented as much of a moral dilemma, and it's fairly traditional for Amelia to spend a substantial part of this scene groveling on the ground, which is generally not easy for male OR female opera singers without the use of hoists. Renato tells Amelia, more or less, to go pick out the outfit you want to die in. Amelia pleads with him to let her embrace their son one last time8.) Renato relents. Alone, he sings of his humiliation, of his betrayal by Rick, and of his rising realization that Rick should die. Listen to him sing about his determination to end his former friend (1:29:15.)

Useless conspirators Sam and Tom show up, invited by Rick and heralded by their theme music from the overture. They cower as Rick tells them he knows of their plans to kill Renato, and are puzzled when he agrees to join in. Renato leads them in a catchy, twangy "we're in this together" song (1:39:08). It's clear Renato is going to be the brains in this operation. But who will be the brawn? Who's going to swing the blade? Renato demands the right, Sam and Tom rather unconvincingly protest, and they agree to draw lots. They are preparing to do so when Amelia wanders back in, all "look, its not like I'm wanting to die or anything, but how long is this business meeting going to take? It's the weekend and you promised some us time." Renato is perfectly happy to have Amelia draw the piece of paper from the hat to determine, unknowingly, who kills her would-be lover. Verdi, like the producer of a reality tv show, draws out the tension shamelessly, but in the end Amelia draws the lot, Sam and Tom pretend to be disappointed that it's Renato's name., and they burst into a quite nice quartet (1:41:12).

The tension's high, so it's time for comic relief — Oscar the page arrives to invite everyone (including, for some reason, known conspirators) to the big masked ball with a completely insufferable level of enthusiasm. Renato thinks. Big crowds? Everyone in disguise? Lots of alcohol? This is the perfect opportunity to kill someone. Oscar launches into a really quite delightful song about how off the hook this party is going to be (1:49:08) as Amelia despairs and Renato and the conspirators chortle over the imminent death of Rick — once again, showcasing Verdi's ability to harmonize not only different voices but completely different moods and emotions.

You Stabbed Me All Night Long

We find Rick preparing for the ball, in most stagings sitting in front of the curtain. He has decided to send Renato and Amelia as envoys to England to put Amelia beyond temptation and suspicion and Rick out of glowering-and-constantly-nagging range. He dwells on how painful it will be to lose Amelia, but is interrupted by Oscar, who excels at interrupting emotional moments with snail-mail. Rick reads the note Oscar has delivered – a woman warns him someone will try to kill him that very night at the ball. Apparently Amelia feels guilty — but not guilty enough to tell him that it's her husband Renato who plans to kill him, or to use her own name. Of course, Rick ought to be able to puzzle that out for himself. But Rick is an opera hero, flighty, and not particularly bright, as opera convention requires. He proclaims that he is a man and nobody stops a man from going to a fancy dress party in a cape and a domino mask. Then — in my favorite musical bit of the opera – hearing the musicians begin to play at the ball, he reprises the main love theme, saying he will see Amelia one last time and things will be swell (spoiler: naw), and the curtain parts dramatically to reveal the magnificent party. It's silly and overwrought and utterly operatic (1:52:31 – 1:53:10)

Everyone at the party is having a hell of a time. It's a costume party, but a lame tiny-mask-on-a-stick costume party. Nobody's got a bitchin' Boba Fett rig or anything. Renato, searching for Rick, annoys Oscar by recognizing Oscar immediately, but begs Oscar to spill how Rick is dressed so Renato can find him. He's dressed exactly like Rick except with a tiny stupid mask, Oscar doesn't say. Instead, Oscar launches into a nice virtuoso "I know but I'm not telling and also these are extremely strong wine spritzers" number.

Meanwhile, in front of stately dancers, Rick and Amelia reunite. The following scene — in which we know that Renato's about to leap out and off Rick at any moment — unfolds with the guests dancing in the background to what Sir Denis Forman aptly calls "mincingly irrelevant dance music." Rick tells Amelia that he's sending them to England, and they sing a pained goodbye (2:00:48.) Goodbye! Farewell! And here's my goodbye motherfucker, quoth Renato, springing from behind a plant or a chair or a column or something, and either stabbing or shooting Rick depending upon the production budget. Renato throws off his mask triumphantly and the crowd, horrified and outraged, energetically denounces him. Rick — dying, chastened, and finally remembering that he is not actually a fisherman — takes responsibility, pardons Renato with his last breaths, assuring Renato that even though he and Amelia were deeply in love and would have totally done it, repeatedly, across 2 – 4 different sets, they technically hadn't yet, so, you know, Renato has that going for him, which is nice. There's a very nice ensemble harmony as everyone reflects on how great Rick is (2:06:36), and Rick expires quite swiftly (in opera terms, meaning in about eight minutes, with three reprises) to the horror of all.

Nominally a story of doomed love, Un ballo in maschera works much better as an intrigue and character study. The love duets are not the highlight of the opera. Instead, Verdi's skill at moving the plot along briskly with the music, clever and multi-faceted ensemble work, and musical characterization are. In the opera, you can see the steady march from the time when operas were just vocal concerts in costume to genuine drama set to good music. The inexorable power of fate, tragic flaws, pride and humiliation — all the ingredients of high opera are there. It's a keeper.

Next time on Popehat Goes To The Opera: Tuberculosis, the rent-control-landlord's little friend.

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Popehat Goes To The Opera: Un ballo in maschera

It's time once again for Popehat Goes To The Opera, the feature in which I demonstrate that opera is more bizarre, ridiculous, and wonderful than you had realized.

A Kingkiller Chronicle

There Are Ways Of Telling Whether She Is A Witch!

Rick enters and proclaims his desire to do right by his subjects. The following exchange is probably not intended to be an ironic comment on governance:

OSCAR (to Riccardo) Please read the list of invitations to the ball.

Witchy Woman

Two Cures for Love

1. Don’t see him. Don’t phone or write a letter.

2. The easy way: get to know him better.

This is the Most Awkward Cosplay EVER.

Every Unhappy Family Is Unhappy In Its Own Way.

You Stabbed Me All Night Long

Next time on Popehat Goes To The Opera: Tuberculosis, the rent-control-landlord's little friend.

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